My Delhi friend Avdhoot is in now in Bombay. He visited Pithapuram near Kakinada. After Darshan his family was going back to Bombay. He boarded Kakinada to Tirupati express train (from Tirupati they fly to Bombay.) with his family which passes Vijayawada.
He called me in the evening and asked if I could meet him at the Railway station at 7.30 that evening? I said it was my pleasure and started at 6.00 pm from Vanukuru village and reached Railway station at 6.50. It was too early. I was saddened with the announcement that the train comes late. I reached the platform no.7 and had a big trouble in reaching his box because the number given to his box is not a prominent number. I ran from one end of the platform to the other end to spot out his carriage. Finally I met him. These poems tell how I met him in Delhi and after how long I meet him
How I came to Vijayawada from India's Capital
1. Time chases
In 2008 I remember I met him in Delhi
He walked silent confining to night's realm
As truth unfolds he appeared so special like lily
A fate shunted friend who took the life's helm
leading discussions of skepticism without restraint
nurturing only the milk fruit diet at night
we chat until night grows old and faint
the discourse goes on without a fight
Rarely we on the roads of Karolbag roam
Often our thoughts and voices blend
making time great as we walked from home
Never we had the occasion to bend or defend
O my my the time has suddenly farted
I to Vijayawada abruptly started.
How I spent my time in Vijayawada
2. The Tussle
My thirteen years the python has swallowed
I wearing long and solemn face
her ( time) orders meticulously followed
The rumbling winds of south have no grace
Leaving the noise on the earth
I flew until I touched the rainbow
Tried to seize the silver moon for its worth
I had a thud fall with rainbow wings, don't know how
I fell to the ground. It is hot afternoon.
The moon is shining bright in the sky
One can't the moon for himself keep but its boon
I dived into the pool - romancing, don't know why
Lo! the moon is floating in the water
I have the moonlight , the moon doesn't matter.
How I met my Friend.
3. In Delhi
Devnagar was not a place so beautiful
Where we in tiny apartment lived
He was always preoccupied and dutiful
As a financial advisor he thrived
His working hours are so weird
He reaches home at the dead of night
A few seconds on the stairs he appeared
and passed quickly out of sight
He worked hard to win IAS
Day time he is in American Library
where the world with him can not mess
What a quiet place really a sanctuary
His goal sets him on fire
so usually he after midnight to bed retire.
His words with spiritual fragrance are just like musical notes
4. The Immortal Musical note
I trudged in the dank fields
miles and miles until my wounds healed
I found the diamond that time wields
my rainbow wings are slowly pealed
whilst the dissonance an old musical note
came from the west touched my ears
to which thirteen years ago I my heart devote
the immortal musical note is back, cheers!!
the scathed spirits that lie scattered
recuperated and in the warmth of friendship
the woeful groans that clattered
vanished, life rejuvenates in spiritual partnership
the truth that time can't destroy
true friendship is truly an unending joy.
We are flung apart. I to the south and He to the west by time. We never thought we would meet but we are destined to meet again.
5. God's design
Suddenly my telephone rang
My friend Avdhoot is on the line
My train passes your town he sang
Thirteen years later, it's God's design
The Station is from my house far
Twenty kilometres from the village
I thought I should go by car
I know I don't get the mileage
There isn't much time left
these days the traffic is more
In such a moment bike is a gift
Car is difficult and so I abhor
Before I decided I thought twice
and made a choice so nice
Certain things happen slowly. Like meeting a good friend. Certain things don't happen in my life but allure.
6. God's Philosophy
Slow and imperfect God
though art the mightiest
whatever guilty and odd
you do you are on the crest
you are beyond human logic
which is the essence of intellect
but you rule the world with magic
your ways are always correct
symbol of love thou art
our deeds you judge and punish
to redeem humans in our court
but the same love us tarnish
you just have all pleasures
oh you have two different measures
My Ride to Railway station
7. Night's air
His train is running on the track
perhaps he reaches in an hour
The thoughts in my mind crack
The traffic was really slow and sour
The roads were eclipsed with traffic
I saw traffic eclipses everywhere
Oh that is the city's graphic
everyone had to stand and stare 8
Road eclipse our patience steal
Like the jilts who kill our zeal
and punctures that stop our wheel
but heart of steel should never feel
The traffic was free when it was seven
I moved swiftly feeling it was heaven
My wait in station for the friend.
8. Long wait
I dashed into station's east gate
Much before the train arrived
I surely miss him if I am late
to avoid that I so much contrived
Time is Maker's providence to mend
the ills of man but for sure it's hell
when you don' know how to spend
it, and simply resort to kill
Oh! the train is late by an hour
If I go back home without waiting
how can I my friend honor
I started with myself fighting
Time is not providence but hell
when you don't know how to kill
9. Chaos on the Platform
How can I for the train wait up to eight
My splendour flew as fast a thunder
I reached in time. It seems like ill-fate
The train is late by an hour, no wonder
The rustic railways me stagger
I walked amid the sleeping people
I felt like the time is steel dagger
soared long and steady like an eagle
The train came on to the platform nine
He said his box is AE before I reached town
I ran like mad for the box that has no sign
A dozen times I ran up and down
Thirteen years later I'm going to see the friend
Who has in my mind created a spiritual trend
10. Meeting on platform
Before I spotted his box I spotted his face
I found it on the body standing on foot board
I remembered my silly Delhi days
of the mechanical life and what I scored
The engine stopped, he from box jumped
under shining lights I saw his full form
we on each other oodles of smiles dumped
We forgot that we were on the platform
The train stops only a few minutes here
The giant railway clock me terrified
we can not speak much that's clear
naturally the enthusiasm was paralyzed
Soon the whistle is heard the engine heaved
I realized he had gone and from there moved.
